I want to climb a mountain. No rep schemes, no workout programs, no expensive equipment. I just want to take one foot and put it in front of the other, and get to the top of something.
It’s going to humble me. I’m going to struggle for breath and my muscles will burn. But the adventure and the surroundings and the feel of the ascent will override that.
I don’t want to swim in stress, self doubt, and deliberation. I don’t want to strategize. I just want to move, to climb and get to the top and look down.
I want to get away from here, at least for a while. I don’t want to know exactly what is going to happen. I won’t when I start climbing.
I want to climb a mountain because my mind tends to wander, somewhere into the future. During a climb, I am forced into the process, the now, not the end result. Sometimes I must literally watch and focus on each and every step.
The mountains I climb now are relatively small. But they are getting bigger and I am climbing them faster. Even in my very modest experience, I am finding that mountains won’t lie to you; they will tell you where you need to be. I’m making my mountain mine and I won’t worry about what others can do.
We talk about climbing mountains in a figurative sense. Literally climbing a mountain seems to make that concept more real.
I wanted to start this post extolling the physical virtues of hiking. How it develops strength, endurance, balance and coordination. I’m saving that for another day. All that matters right now is the climb.
Find the mountain that challenges you. It can be a wooded trail, it doesn’t matter. Start small, just start moving: start climbing. As you become better, seek bigger mountains. The only thing that matters is that you start to climb the mountain.